Why am I always hit on by the boys I never likeI can always see 'em coming from the left and from the rightI don't want to be a priss, I just try to be politeBut it always seems to bite me in the –

Ask me for my number, yeah you put me on the spotYou think that we should hook-up, but I think that we should notYou had me at hello, then you opened up your mouthAnd that is when it started going southOh!

Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lipsStop your staring at my— Hey! Take a hint, take a hintNo you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I thinkI think you could use a mintTake a hint, take a hintLa, La, La... T-take a hint, take a hintLa, La, La...

I guess you still don't get it, so let's take it from the topYou asked me what my sign is, and I told you it was StopAnd if I only had a dime for every name that you just droppedYou'd be here and I'd be on a yachtOh!

Get your hands off my hips, or I'll punch you in the lips

Stop your staring at my— Hey! Take a hint, take a hintNo you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I thinkI think you could use a mintTake a hint, take a hintLa, La, La... T-take a hint, take a hintLa, La, La...

What about "no" don't you getSo go and tell your friendsI'm not really interestedIt's about time that you're leavin'I'm gonna count to three andOpen my eyes andYou'll be gone

One.Get your hands off my—Two.Or I'll punch you in the—Three.Stop your staring at my—Hey! Take a hint, take a hintI am not your missing linkLet me tell you what I thinkI think you could use a mintVic, Liz: Take a hint, take a hint